Well it all started
Wednesday afternoon when I told Ben that I
wasnt feeling very good. I had a tummy ache and really just
didnt feel up to anything. I went to bed that night thinking it was
indigestion (from my very healthy diet) and that I would take some
pepto and be fine in the morning. Well my tummy ache kept me up all night and by the next day it was just this huge pain in my side. We had promised the kids we could meet them for the Parent invited Thanksgivings lunch they had planned at their school, so I popped a
Tylenol 3 and headed to the school. By the time the lunch was over I was in pain again and quickly headed home to put
laney down for a nap and lay down myself. Ben came home at 5pm to me curled up on the couch in some pretty serious pain. So I went
begruningly to the ER (thinking they were going to tell me I had gas or something equally
non serious) and send me home. Turns out, not so much. My
appendix as double its normal size and had to come out NOW. So I was taken via an ambulance to another hospital 30 minutes away and rushed in to the OR. It all actually happened so quickly that by the time my MIL drove a hour to our house and then Ben drove a half hour to the other hospital I was already out of surgery. They got the whole thing out and I only have three little scars to show for it. The only scary part really was that I almost just went to bed instead of listening to Ben and going to the ER. I really thought it was going to be a waste of time. Thank God, that I made myself go up there. Because from what I've heard a burst
appendix is a whole lot worse then
appendicitis. So here I am laying in bed taking it easy and trying to prep myself for the next crazy week we have coming up. Leave it to me to have minor
surgery the week before a birthday, move and
Thanksgiving... I'm such a drama queen.
LOL